An exhibition that still resonates long after I viewed it is Daphne Wright’s work shown at Frith St Gallery last year. She made portraits of family life – records of development. Hers is a raw kind of intimacy and it left me feeling so. That is by no means a criticism. To be able to point at or illustrate such intimacies and awkwardnesses is a rare thing. She bravely opened up her home and in that asked me to enter mine.